Felt rotten on Friday. Last day of classes for semester. Handed shit in like a boss. Ate a cheeky dos that completed my life. Worked at le work. Discussed exhibition stuff. Doctors appointment. Antibiotics. Sick hangs. Sneaky snoozes. Spectacular car conversations. 21st with fantastically delish food. Quad-denimed up for the occasion. Rocked it for 2 hours. Felt shitty. Went home and fell asleep belly-down on my bed in my quad-denim and make-up for a good 12 hours.
Breakfast of cereal things on Saturday. Um… other stuff? Gosh, I don’t even remember… I’m pretty certain I just sat at home all day doing uni work and feeling sorry for myself. No, wait, I went to art supply shopping and got styrofoam, paint swatches, 4 rolls of double-sided tape (3 of which have already been used), polyester stuffing and some high-waisted green jeans (vital to my art practice!). Theeen I sat and smashed some serious uni work with lots of tea and snacks. When I was bored of assessment I went through my clothes and prepared two full bags to be passed on to new owners. More tea. Turned a pair of high-waisted jeans and a pair of high-waisted trousers into some shorts. Trousers were difficult. Since the iron was already out from the hemming I decided to iron all my cotton and linen shirts and a full length linen dress. Phew. Out like a light.
Indulgent sleep in on Sunday. Scramble to leave the house. Uni to print like mad for documentary class. Cold coffee at Mocan + Green (weather was fa-reezing, beverages were warm) with Stevie and Mad. Home to tie ends on book project. Super satisfying mushrooms on toast. Catch Me If You Can, sewing, cookies and hangs.
Coming up: full week of paid work, uni work, writing and playing intense catch-up.
Everything must be done by the 13th. 13th! 9 days until total assessment explosion.
…20 days until Berlin.
Andy Mullens